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"Stop it, Fatty!"
Lin roared, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, rushing into the kitchen in the blink of an eye.
There stood Fatty, his chubby hand reaching for the pot lid, completely lost in the enticing aroma and unaware of what was happening behind him...
Behind him was Lin, furious and ready to explode. In that moment, he unleashed all his potential and executed a long-lost martial arts move—the Foshan Shadowless Kick!
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, Lin's body twisted as he soared through the air like a hawk hunting a rabbit, all his strength concentrated in his left foot.
In the next instant, that foot connected with Fatty's face.
Time seemed to slow down tenfold at that moment. The howling wind snapped Fatty back to reality; his eyes widened in fear as he turned his head slowly.
"No... please... ah!... Brother..."
Fatty's sausage-like mouth flapped open and closed rapidly, spitting out words as his tongue stumbled over itself, but his tone felt just a beat too slow.
It was all too late. Fatty regretted touching Lin's bottom line and messing with something he shouldn't have.
"Get lost! Die, Fatty!"
Lin's foot struck Fatty's cheek, deforming his chubby face like a large piece of jelly, wobbling back and forth.
By the time Fatty realized what had happened, he found himself flying through the air.
For so many years, he had not experienced the feeling of flying... It turned out that flying felt so exhilarating, truly as free as a bird... He realized he could also soar freely...
In a parabolic arc, Fatty flew out of the kitchen's large window with a "thud," landing in the grass outside.
Fortunately, the kitchen window was large enough to allow Fatty's hefty body to pass through; had it been smaller or closed, Fatty would have had a rough time.
The massive Fatty landed outside, immediately stirring up a flurry of grass leaves. The surrounding neighbors were drawn by the loud noise and curiously walked over to see what had happened.
Fatty struggled in the grass like a pig rooting for food, sitting up.
He looked utterly disheveled, with grass leaves all over his face. The morning soil was still somewhat damp, leaving patches of mud on his face, resembling the Wanderer.
"Bro! I was wrong!"
Clearly, Fatty was not hurt; for him, a novice martial artist, the impact of that fall only caused him a bit of pain.
Now, Fatty was more worried about having truly angered Lin and damaging their friendship; this could turn into a misunderstanding.
Inside the kitchen, Lin ignored Fatty. After delivering that kick, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, his eyes shining with determination as he muttered, "Three seconds!"
Quickly turning around, Lin grabbed a ladle with one hand and reached for the pot lid with the other, shouting, "Alright! Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge is ready!"
Lin had no time to deal with Fatty; it was now the moment when his internal alarm bells rang— the porridge was done!
With Lin's shout, he forcefully lifted the wooden pot lid. White steam burst forth dramatically, rising in clouds and carrying with it an enticing aroma that instantly filled the air!
Originally, the elderly people outside were all watching Fatty Chen, and many of them were asking, "What kind of magical skill is Fatty practicing?"
"He's flying! What a big commotion!"
"I... I'm just... heh heh..."
Fatty scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Even with his cunning nature, he felt embarrassed at that moment, not knowing how to explain what had happened after being thrown out by Lin.
Stammering, Fatty mumbled without making much sense. Just as he was getting anxious, he noticed that the elderly people around him had fallen silent.
Huh? Something feels off. Why are these elderly folks so quiet? Shouldn't they be asking if I'm okay or calling for an ambulance?
Fatty looked up in confusion, and when he saw the scene before him, he understood why the elderly people had stopped talking.
They were all wide-eyed, staring intently at Lin inside the window. A fragrant aroma wafted through the air—sweet and delicious, but most importantly, there was a strange scent: a rich meaty fragrance mixed with a hint of... medicinal aroma?
"Gululu..."
Fatty swallowed hard as his stomach audibly growled. He couldn't care less about the Noodle Shop anymore; he crawled up from the ground and leaned against the windowsill to peek inside.
...
In front of the stove, Lin stirred the soup with a ladle. The thick porridge rolled around as the ladle moved, and grains of Japonica Rice burst into flower shapes, rolling along the edge of the ladle before falling down—each grain glistening with a milky sheen.
"It's ready."
Lin Shu took a breath. His craftsmanship in Herbal Cuisine had not fallen too far behind. Although it was not as perfect as during his peak, it was close enough, and he believed that with a couple more tries, he could regain that feeling.
"Ah! What are you cooking? It smells so good that even the old lady outside is getting hungry!"
At that moment, an elderly woman outside could no longer hold back. She leaned forward and asked from the windowsill, her words slightly slurred, likely due to her mouth watering.
It is human instinct to salivate at the sight of delicious food.
When evaluating a dish's "color" and "aroma," the most straightforward method is to place it among people and observe their reactions.
Undoubtedly, Lin's Four-Flavor Blood Nourishing Porridge had already been classified as an exquisite delicacy by the crowd!
Just by looking and smelling, it evoked an uncontrollable appetite, making it seem like one person could finish an entire pot of Rice Porridge!
"Yes! Yes! What did you make? Let me have a taste!"
An elderly man nearby couldn't resist either and immediately stepped forward to ask for some. It was common in the neighborhood for people to share food and household items with each other.
The customs of the old street had been passed down for many years, giving it a warm sense of community that had never changed with the times.
Watching the group of elderly men and women outside clamoring for food, Lin smiled. As a chef, nothing pleased him more than seeing people eager to taste his dishes.
"No problem! Here you go, Aunt Zhang, Uncle Wang, just wait a moment while I serve you!"
After all, he and Fatty could not finish all this Rice Porridge themselves; there was enough for more than ten people. It was better to share it with the neighbors. Plus, since it was Herbal Cuisine, it would be beneficial for these elderly folks.
Lin took a stack of porcelain bowls from the cupboard behind him and began to ladle the Rice Porridge into them, distributing them into the hands of the elderly.
Before long, a large pot of Rice Porridge was nearly distributed. There were more than ten elderly people outside the door. Although their appetites were small, they still consumed enough for ten people.
Seeing that the pot of Rice Porridge was almost empty, with only enough left for three or four more servings, Lin finally stopped. Looking at the remaining amount, he thought to himself that Fatty could probably finish it all.
"Brother! I want some too..." Fatty had somehow leaned against the windowsill, grinning widely and looking at Lin with a mischievous smile.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lin looked at this childlike Fatty and said softly, "You little rascal, do you know you almost ruined my big plan just now!"
"I know I was wrong, brother. Please give me a bowl of porridge!"
Fatty nodded eagerly, swallowing hard while his eyes kept darting towards the Rice Porridge in the Iron Pot.
"Alright, I'll get you a bowl!" Lin smiled and raised his spoon, but just as he was about to serve it, Fatty suddenly tumbled off the windowsill!
"You brat! You always get to eat good food without thinking about your old man!"
A thick hand pressed down on Fatty's head, and a deep voice came from behind him, sounding like a grizzly bear growling, making everyone's ears buzz.
Fatty's appetite immediately diminished significantly; his face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. He turned around and forced out an awkward smile, whispering, "Dad, what are you doing here?"
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